Semua Bab The Alpha’s Broken Mate: Bab 61 - Bab 70

KadeThe hallways were quiet that night. Too quiet.Most of the pack had gone to bed, but the compound didn’t sleep. Not really. Somewhere in the distance, I could hear the faint sound of patrols changing shifts boots against gravel, a low murmur of voices carried by the wind.I should have been in bed too. Instead, I found myself standing outside the small room we had locked Ella in.Jordan’s words echoed in my head: Talk to her. Find out who she is when she is not terrified.Easier said than done.I had spent years believing in loyalty, structure, honor things that didn’t bend, didn’t break. But now the goddess herself had thrown me into chaos. My mate was a traitor.I hated that word. Mate. It felt like a cruel joke every time it brushed across my mind.And yet, my wolf hadn’t stopped pacing since I captured her. Restless. Agitated. Whispering mine in a low growl that made me want to claw at my own skin.I took a deep breath and unlocked the door. The soft creak made her flinch.El

Vanessa. In my bedroom, Jordan closed the door behind him, sealing out the world. My body shivered violently, battling the combination of lust and bloodlust, which to our kind, was harder to do when both were present.“Strip,” he ordered me, forcing my head to whip in his direction.“You want me to sit at your feet too? You best be offering me some treats if you expect me to do tricks.” His eyes sparkled as he moved towards me. Jordan didn’t take the bait. Instead, he leaned against my dresser, studying me like cornered prey. I stood awkwardly, noting every single contour of his chest on display. Looking at him, I noticed the same darkness in his eyes that his men now had. It made me curious to know where they had been, what they had done or what they had been through while i had been stuck in this house. But this was not the time, not with the way he was looking at me, with a mixture of desire and something else. He looked at me, those eyes I once wished to drown within turned c

JordanThe note burned in my pocket like a coal. I could still feel the rough strokes of Damian’s handwriting press against my thigh: Give up Vanessa, or you will all pay the price.It was a coward’s command, the way of men who preferred terror to battle. But words, threats meant less than the blood on the trail, the broken bodies, the way Braden’s breathing had stuttered under Kade’s hands like a dying animal.I tasted iron when I swallowed. The hybrid in me bristled, a predator tuned to the smallest tremor of danger. The wolf wanted only one thing: hunt. Protect. Burn their world for what they had done to ours.I stood in the center of the war room, maps spread, scouts’ reports pinned like stakes across a world I knew inch by inch. Outside, my pack moved like a living organism: boots on gravel, the low hum of men and women sharpening knives, oiling rifles, testing bows. The compound smelled of smoke and leather and the raw, tight energy that precedes violence.“Jordan.” Kade’s voi

DamianThe first thing I smelled when they dragged the bodies in was blood which meant failure.It clung to the air thick, rancid, and heavier than the blood soaking through the floorboards. The scent turned my stomach, not because of the rot but because it carried the stench of weakness. My men’s weakness.Three of them lay at my feet now. Broken, charred, and silent. Their armor scorched, eyes wide open in that empty way that begged to be avenged.I clenched my jaw and forced myself to look at them one by one.“Who did this?” I asked, even though I already knew the answer. It was so obvious, Jordan.His name was a curse on my tongue, a bitter taste I couldn’t wash away.One of my lieutenant, Marek shifted uneasily beside me. “Alpha, we made it to the ridge undetected. But their defense lines”“Failed your expectations?” I cut in, my voice low and calm. Too calm. That was how they knew I was close to breaking. “Or perhaps you underestimated a hybrid who’s survived more wars than you

DamianI could smell failure before the words were even spoken.The stench of it sweat, fear, and hesitation rolled off the guard kneeling before me like a foul fog. My patience was already thin, but when I heard the tremor in his voice, something inside me snapped.“Say that again,” I said quietly, too quietly.He swallowed hard, staring at the floor. “Alpha, we found out Ella, she is at Jordan’s pack.”For a moment, I didn’t move. Didn’t breathe. My mind went completely still, like the air before a storm. Then the rage hit.I slammed my hand into the arm of my chair, wood splintering under the force. “You mean to tell me,” I growled, “that the woman I fed, clothed, owned has also ran to him?”The guard flinched. “It seems she was captured after you removed her from the pack, Alpha. We”“Captured?” I snapped, cutting him off. “You think Jordan keeps prisoners? No. He keeps trophies.”The guard didn’t answer. Smart of him.I rose slowly, my boots clicking against the stone floor. The